There’s the cutest little boy at the preschool. He has a serious face, puckered lips, and curly brown hair in a man-cut. He is circa two years old and not quite two feet tall. But a fierce-some little bundle he is.
Every time, I see him either telling someone something extremely important or reprimanding them. Always in his gibberish, which sounds something like “oo joo juh joo too…” said through a tiny O between his puckered lips. The entire time he speaks, he is shaking and pointing his finger at them in a serious, no-nonsense manner, brows lowered.
Well, yesterday, on his way out, he stopped in the office as his mother talked with a friend. I had a perfect view. He stood just inside the door, talking fierce, and shaking his finger at his former teacher’s back as she clocked out. She was talking, but he continued to speak, even fiercer than before.
Finally, she turned around – still talking – and she had a cell phone to her ear. He paused and stared for a half second. Then he slapped his hand to his forehead, and just leaned there, covering one eye. The troubles he must bear. He just tries and tries, and this is what he gets.
The teacher had just concluded her call as he turned to leave, head down and shaking back and forth, and speaking gibberish to himself about his trials of life. She realized he had been speaking to her and called after him. “Goodbye, Sam. I’m sorry.” But he just sighed and lead his mother out the front door, still shaking his head. She gave a little laugh as she waved to his back.
What a character. I wish I had written him. It is so much fun to watch him giving instructions or lecturing. He is always talking. What will he be when he grows up? Lawyer? Professor? I predict something involving talking, at the least. 🙂 Children are so funny.